Friday, September 19, 2008

Torn

I’m torn because I don’t know whom to trust. Do I trust the local weathercasters – who burn me on a fairly regular basis – or do I go with weather.com where my chances are generally much better? The problem: I desperately want the local feebs to be right!

I want to work on the driveway this weekend but weather.com has forecast a 40 percent chance of rain for tomorrow and a 30 percent chance for Sunday. Those aren’t the best odds for a project that needs 48 hours of dry weather. Meanwhile, the locals are saying “chance of a shower or thunderstorm” for both days. Do I take that chance? Consider, too, that said local feeb was spouting last night about how slim the chance was.

So, I’m trying to decide whether I scrap my plans and just work on Pimp My Shed, the Exterior this weekend and maybe work on patching the driveway as I can. I could continue that throughout the week in that limited time I have between when I get home and when it gets dark. (Forecast currently calls for dry weather Monday through next Saturday. But that’s a whole week away, so it could definitely change by then.)

What’s worse is that, assuming a big announcement finally happens Monday, that would mean I have a reason to be at work every day next week. Not good grounds for a case for taking a vacation day.

I especially hate this because we’re in the latter part of September, so the bottom could fall out at any time. That means it could be 60-degree highs next weekend.

Why is it never easy?

It was bad enough just trying to decide what sealer to use. The freakin’ hardware stores never have the same brand twice, so I’m always having to make a decision on something new. I think I’m going with this stuff from Home Depot. The sealer at Lowe’s just seemed of the Mickey Mouse variety and I don’t want to do this again next year. And I’d sooner cut my arm off before I’d buy sealer from Sears again. Works about as well as their paint. That's not a compliment.

So tonight I guess I go and buy all the rest of the driveway stuff and just play it by ear. It should be interesting.

*************************************************************On a completely unrelated note, I have to mention two blogs that I’ve discovered in as many weeks. Blogs that have initially drawn me in because of their hilarious names. Blogs who’ve kept me coming back because of equally amusing and interesting content so I’ll give them both a shameless plug now.

The Idiot Speaketh was last week’s discovery. (Or maybe it was the week before. I’ve already explained that I have short-term memory issues.) I liked some of his previous posts but this one is a killer. Literally.

It could be worse. When I sold my house - in January - the only thing I had to do to pass inspection was to seal the cracks in the driveway. What chance did I have of finding a day warm enough to get that accomplished?

FurFiend: TOBY

Toby is now our sole furbaby. He is just over 6 and a true little mental case. But pretty cute ...

R.I.P. FurFiend: OZZIE (1997-2011)

My dear, sweet boy. Ozzie was my constant companion. He was diagnosed with lymphoma in July 2011 and we had to let him go in October. This was MY furry baby and I miss him terribly.

R.I.P. FurFiend: TIGGER (1992-2009)

This was our "distinguished gentleman" who left us after nearly 17 years. Like Toby, he came to us as a kitten, found about 10 feet away from where Toby materialized years later. We still miss you, buddy.